I'd woken with Khell'ar still wrapped around me—although apparently, he'd slipped out of me at some point in our sleep. He didn't snore, but his heavy breaths had ruffled the hair on top of my head. His arm was heavy over my waist, and one of his legs was stuffed firmly between my own. The thick and dense muscle had been hot against my sex, and I'd helped myself to a bit of grinding before he woke, only to have him encourage me to my own finish with some helpful dirty talk.

And now, even though I had no right to still be horny—I'd never been this sex-crazed in my entire life, but it was as if I was suddenly making up for years of being vanilla—I sank to my knees, planting my hands in front of me and arching my back to offer myself to Khell in this position.

He only chuckled. "Spread your knees and sit back on your heels. Bend forward with your arms stretched in front of you."

Oh. Child's pose, yoga. I stretched into position and sighed as my back stretched, spine elongating.

Khell'ar coached me through more poses—cat-cow, baby cobra, downward-facing dog.

"Am I stretching in preparation to be hunted?" I asked as Khell rose from the couch to adjust my hips back, his hands petting over my ass and one finger pumping briefly in my pussy.

"Don't spoil your own surprises, petal."

We'd had a slow morning after I'd gotten myself off on his thigh. Khell had let me help make breakfast, although I'd still sat on his lap as we both ate. Then he'd pushed the dishes aside, bent me over the table, and fucked me to his own finish—not mine, though, and I was still a bit wound up from the tease.

"You're the one who mentioned the idea," I said with a huff, yelping as a large hand came down in a playful slap on my ass.

"You were meant to be sleeping." Khell pulled me upright, raising my hands up over my head and encouraging me to stretch high as I narrowed my eyes up at his.

"Did you really expect me to sleep through a fuck like that?"

His grin flashed. It was rare, and he usually hid it away just as quickly as it appeared, but I loved the sight of it, transforming his ferocious face with charm and humor. "You should've been very tired."

"Did you want me to sleep through it?"

His eyes grew warm, and his head ducked to mine, his dark braid swinging over his shoulder. "And miss your pretty whines and 'Oh god, Khell'?" he said in a poor imitation of my voice. I blushed, and he growled. "No. I like you awake as you come and call my name. But I don't mind you holding still and taking it like a good girl."